Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.